Xiao Yun and Fu Chu returned to the center of the group, protected by layer upon layer of people.
After all, those two mattered most. The Warden Clan would very likely make them its primary targets.
Luo Zheng, who stood at the very front, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What if we insist on passing through?"
The black-robed man raised a hand gently. All the butterflies began fluttering violently, arranging themselves into a pair of wings that hovered behind him. "You have one last chance. Leave behind Fu Chu and Xiao Yun, those two remnants of the Freedom Faction. Otherwise, all of you will die!"
"In your dreams!" Xiao Yun's voice came from the rear.
The others said nothing. Having come this far, there was absolutely no way they would retreat...
"Is that so..." The black-robed man sneered. With a wave of his hand, the black robe clinging to his body fell away, revealing his true appearance.
He was a burly young man with a horrifying scar across his nose.
Once the young man shed his black robe, the black-robed figures on the rooftops untied theirs as well. For the Warden Clan, this was the signal to fight.
"Since you refuse to seize this final chance, you can join those two remnants in the grave..."
Whoosh!
As his words fell, the butterflies behind the young man fluttered wildly and rushed straight at the group.
"You deal with the two sides!"
With that, Luo Zheng charged ahead, taking the lead.
These black-robed people all possessed the blessing of the ancient god of chaos—that azure energy.
According to Xiao Yun, the blessing each person received was different. From what he could see now, the dense swarm of butterflies directly ahead posed the greatest threat. He absolutely could not let this man